Found that wearing a girdle would get me so excited but would restrict my ability to get hard. It was the ultimate tease. My collection grew and grew....For years I would never toss out any panty or bra even if it was worn or too small. I ended up with over 500 panties, dozens of bras and slips and hundreds of pantyhose. I would keep them in suitcases. I had a panty lovers dream collection. I would bury myself in panties while masturbating. The visual sensation as well as the physical was always. "Sophia still couldn't believe it. "Since when did you get so open minded?"Ellen laughed, "I always have been to some degree. Listen, the drugs and booze worry me, and your inability to use the brains that God gave you in school frustrates me more than you could possibly know. But I know what hormones are. I have them too, you know. I wasn't much older than you are now when I lost my virginity." Sophia stared. She never knew that. "No, I wasn't really upset you were having sex--although I would. After a few weeks, her protective and kind of conservative father invited me camping, wanting to, “see what kinda man I am.” Expecting some sort of excursion, I was rather surprised when the bulk of our overnight trip consisted of sitting around the fire and drinking whiskey. I couldn’t imagine keeping up with Emma’s dad, who was pounding the Jack as we shot the shit about just about everything. Eventually, after a swig off the bottle, he blurted out, “Emma is one cute piece of ass, and I wanna. He guided it towards my back door, and buried it up my rectum with such f***e, that I could feel his balls slap against my balls on his first thrust. I cried out as I felt the full f***e of his manhood invade my vulnerable, no longer virgin, asshole. Mack slapped my ass a stinging blow, and told me once again, to shut the fuck up. I bucked hard against Mack’s upper legs, as I began to match his rhythm. I was in ecstasy, and I couldn’t get enough of his fat cock in my ass. My concentration got.